The Lyric Game

Blame it all on my roots I showed up in boots And ruined your black tie affair The last one to know The last one to show I was the last one You thought you'd see there And I saw the surprise And the fear in his eyes When I took his glass of champagne And I toasted you Said, honey, we may be through But you'll never hear me complain

When I lay it all out on the tableDont know what is stopping meFrom feeling like I might be ableTo enjoy my own companySitting up by my windowWatching the summer rainThe world is moving fasterThan I am in it today